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Although he was puzzled, Wang Zhi quickly connected to Lin Xueyan's call. Anyway, it is always exciting to have a beautiful woman call. 【26nbsp;】

"Hello! Wang Zhi, I heard that you are not at work now. I wonder if you are free now?" After the call was connected, Lin Xueyan's sweet voice quickly came over. After getting acquainted with Wang Zhi, Lin Xueyan no longer called Wang Zhi. Doctor Zhiwang is already called by his first name.

"Ah! I just dropped off a friend and I'm at the airport now. What's the matter?" Wang Zhi asked with a smile.

"It's my grandfather's 70th birthday in two days, can you go shopping with me?" Lin Xueyan pleaded.

"No problem, where are you?" Wang Zhi looked at the time, it was only a little after two o'clock in the afternoon, there was still plenty of time, and he readily agreed.

"Oh, that's great, then you wait for me at the airport, and I'll come pick you up." Lin Xueyan said excitedly, and hung up the phone.

Wang Zhi had no choice but to stand at the entrance of the airport and wait slowly. After waiting for about three to ten minutes, a silver-white Ferrari sports car slowly stopped in front of Wang Zhi. out.

"Can you drive?"

"No." Wang Zhi shook his head. Although his family was good, he was not rich enough to buy a sports car.

"Cut! I thought you knew everything." Lin Xueyan gave Wang Zhi a contemptuous look and said, "Then get in the car, it seems that I'm the only driver for you."

Opening the car door, Wang Zhi sat on the front passenger seat, looked at Lin Xueyan's cute expression, and said with a smile, "I say beauty, but I'm just a doctor, and I'm not an all-rounder. It's not rare to know how to drive."

Lin Xueyan's face became hot when Wang Zhi looked at her, and she stepped on the accelerator quickly, yelling at Wang Zhi, "Hi! I said I haven't fastened my seat belt yet, so you're not going to murder me, are you?"

"What's the benefit of murdering you?" Lin Xueyan was immediately happy when she saw Wang Zhi's embarrassed appearance. For so long, Wang Zhi had always been a very graceful image in front of him, and it was rare to see him make a fool of himself today.

The place Lin Xueyan took Wang Zhi to was an antique street in Jianghuai. Lin Xueyan’s grandfather, Mr. Lin, had no other hobbies, but liked some antique calligraphy and paintings. A favorite curio.

However, Lin Xueyan herself didn't understand this. After much deliberation, she still attracted Wang Zhi. Wang Zhi was knowledgeable and talented in Chinese medicine, so he might have some insight.

However, after arriving at the place, Lin Xueyan was a little hesitant. She was not afraid of spending money, but she was afraid of buying a fake and making the family laugh, so she took Wang Zhi's hand and asked a little anxiously: "Wang Zhi, what are you doing?" Do you understand antiques?"

"What about this?" Wang Zhi thought about it carefully and replied: "It depends on what kind of antiques it is. If it is from before the Qing Dynasty, you may be able to recognize a few pieces, but not from the Qing Dynasty." Also, Wang Zhi lived in ancient times. After so long, I still have some understanding of the things at that time.

"Really, that's great, this time I won't be afraid of being laughed at by others." Lin Xueyan said excitedly, pulling Wang Zhi into the antique shop quickly.

Seeing Lin Xueyan's vivaciousness like a child, Wang Zhi smiled and shook his head, looking at his hand being tightly held by Lin Xueyan, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, modern children really mature late, Lin Xueyan is already 25 years old , still like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Walking into the antique shop, the owner saw the two people walking in, his eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly stood up to say hello.

Today's Lin Xueyan is wearing a white pleated skirt, a pair of blue skinny jeans, and her jet-black and smooth hair is casually tied behind her head with a pink hairpin, which adds a bit of innocence. Although Wang Zhi was only wearing casual casual attire, as a master of the internal family and a generation of genius doctors, his own temperament was naturally extraordinary, and the shopkeeper naturally regarded the two as big customers.

Both of them are very young, and it seems that they must have no experience in antique appraisal. Such people are often the targets of shopkeepers.

"What do you two guests want to see? Our store has antique calligraphy and paintings from all dynasties." The owner of the store is an old man in his 60s, who looks very shrewd.

"Let's take a look casually, you don't need to say hello." Wang Zhi said casually, pulling Lin Xueyan to watch slowly, but Wang Zhi knew that this antique street is a place where fish and dragons are mixed, and it is also a place where many antique lovers shop for treasures. , The things here are true and false, and the false and true are true, but you can't do it without a little discernment, and you can't let the shopkeeper see your intentions, otherwise he will pay a sky-high price for an ordinary thing.

Lin Xueyan didn't understand this at all. He picked up this one to look at it, and then picked up that one to look at it, quite like a curious baby, while Wang Zhi used his eyes to scan around casually to see if he could find some really good things.

Suddenly, Wang Zhi was attracted by a landscape painting hanging on the wall. It was a very ordinary-looking calligraphy and painting. The calligraphy and painting were a bit rough in terms of style and craftsmanship, but this painting Wang Zhi knew. , that is an out-and-out antique calligraphy and painting.

Pretending to look at it casually, Wang Zhi inadvertently turned to the calligraphy and painting, looked at it again, saw a small ink mark on the upper right corner of the calligraphy and painting, and confirmed his thoughts for sure.

The paper used for this painting is hemp paper produced in Sichuan. Although it looks rough, it is the authentic work of Huang Tingjian, a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Boss, how can I buy this painting?" Wang Zhi asked casually, pointing to the painting in front of him.

"Hey, you have good eyesight. This painting is a treasure of our store, and it is a great antique," the boss continued to introduce.

Seeing the attitude of the boss that this painting is the treasure of the shop, and most people would never take it out, Wang Zhi waved his hand impatiently and said: "Forget it, if I didn't say it, I just look at this painting and it's interesting. Painters can refer to it and ask casually.”

"Hey." Hearing Wang Zhi's words, the store owner smiled awkwardly and said, "The customer is laughing. Since you are interested, how about it, the price is two thousand."

"Two thousand, just such a broken painting." Wang Zhi curled his lips in disdain, casually took out five hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, patted them on the table, and said, "Five hundred, whether you want to sell it or not."

"Here, you can add more." The boss rubbed his hands and said with a shy face. He also couldn't see the origin of this painting, but judging from the artist's point of view, it is definitely not a famous work, at most it is just a little old, as for that The age is hard to say.

"No more." Wang Zhi said decisively, then picked up the money on the table and said, "Forget it if you don't sell it."

"Sell, can't I sell it?" Seeing that Wang Zhi was about to put away the money, the boss didn't care anymore, and quickly snatched it over, saying hello, anyway, when he took it over, the painting was just for sale. I paid 20 yuan, and I made a lot of money for [-] yuan.

After buying the painting, Wang Zhi quickly dragged Lin Xueyan away. Seeing Wang Zhi's back in a hurry, the shop owner said suspiciously, "Is there anything else about that painting?"

At this time, Lin Xueyan asked Wang Zhi again: "Why did you fall in love with that painting? It's not very good." When Wang Zhi bought the painting just now, Lin Xueyan wanted to ask, but she was smart enough to know At that time, it was inappropriate to talk too much, otherwise, if Wang Zhi really took a fancy to a genuine product, he would inevitably spend a lot of money wrongly.

Wang Zhi was in a good mood when he bought Huang Tingjian's authentic work for 500 yuan. If this painting was given to someone who knows the goods, it would definitely sell for more than 400 million. You must know that this is Huang Tingjian's work before he became famous, but he has a large collection value and research value.

"Hehe, I found a treasure today." Wang Zhi said to Lin Xueyan while casually lusting, "Hehe, don't look at this painting as bad, it is a real antique."

"Really, how did you figure it out? Could it be a mistake? I don't think so." Lin Xueyan said puzzled.

"How did I figure it out? Of course I saw it with my own eyes. This painting was specially drawn for me by that boy Huang Tingjian, but the painting was really not very good at that time." Wang Zhi thought badly in his heart. Huang Tingjian was only 16 years old. At that time, Wang Zhi happened to save his life, so he personally made a painting for Wang Zhi. The ink on the upper right corner of the painting was accidentally scratched by Wang Zhi.

However, Wang Zhi didn't dare to say this, and just casually said: "It's a fluke, a fluke."

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